I'm looking in the mirror again
Just a trend that begins with the step of a sin
No friend to insist on the common needs of a poet

Infatuation with myself, I'm gonna blow it

Everytime I see my face it's getting clearer

Always sickened with myself because I'm hanging with the mirror
I've got a fear of what my vanity's gonna cost
In the end will I win a new set of skin

In the end I know you will go and I'll never see you again

Apologize for every lie I've ever said

Instead it's just a matter of wanting this kid to explode
I'm the only tune you know
You can't tune me out so just turn me


Like the radio
I'm picking up your frequency

The dial's broke so you can't change me
I'm colorful like the sunset, kid
In the end will I win a new set of skin